High on the Vigil Moor stands the Lastlight Grove — last garrison of the Circle of the Waking Moon, druids who bound themselves into living wood to keep one light burning. At its heart roots the Elderbough. Each night it buds Glimmers — moth-bright spirits that drink moonlight ☾ from the Lightwells and tap sap ⬡ from the elderwood copses. And each night the Gloam climbs the moor to gnaw out the light. Wake the druids. Grow the garrison. Hold — as long as you can.